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@allstcrs
I love when people are genuinely excited about our plots/ships. I love when I’m not the only one who’s like “!!!” I love it. @ my partners you will literally never annoy me by being overly excited about our ships I love it so much.
FUN,
I DON’T LIKE YOU EITHER.
INDEPENDENT, SEMI-SELECTIVE SEBASTIAN SMYTHE, LOVED BY EMMELIE.
sebastian smythe, loved by emmelie
SEVEN MINUTES but for mohrsville!seblijah
( meme ) @allstcrs
BACKDATED.
( 17 - reversed to better fit the ship )
Sebastian had never considered himself lucky, but this…well all of a sudden he was starting to believe in something else. Fate or luck…or maybe some divine power he’d spent his life refusing to believe in. It was something he’d have to give more thought to as he found himself, pulling Elijah behind him into the closet, laughing at the way their friends and friend-adjacents whooped as they disappeared. Unfortunately it was no secret, the way these two felt about each other, what was a secret - or rather, a mystery to everyone was why they hadn’t made the leap from friends to more, when they’d spent the better part of a year, dancing around it, straddling the line and hanging off the edge of the fence.
Sebastian knew why. Elijah had hurt him. Which may have not seemed like much to anyone, but to Sebastian that wound, that first cut really had cut deep, a knife right into the heart that most people were sure he didn’t have. When Elijah had flat out rejected him, it had broken a part of himself, he was wounding in a why he didn’t have the capacity to explain. It didn’t stop him from wanting though, from flirting, from making passes that made Elijah blush, and ramble on about nothing. When the door shut behind him Sebastian paused, staring at Elijah in silence for a moment, studying his face and recognizing that look. Hesitation. An expression Elijah often wore around him, as if he didn’t trust him, as if he didn’t trust himself. Sebastian hated that. He hated that he hadn’t made the space between them safe or comforting in all these moths. He desperately wanted to change that. “If you feel anything for me…” He spoke quietly, his eyes begging, pleading with Elijah to be brave, to give him a sign…anything. “Please…don’t let me…move on.” His voice dropping into a weak whispered. He hated the pathetic way he felt vulnerable, weak and unwanted.
He was sure time was standing still as he waited, silent, unmoved, hoping Elijah would do something, he’d become entranced, his thoughts taking over him so much so that he’d missed the change in Elijah’s face, the way he moved, closer, closer, and quickly. He missed the way Elijah’s hands found his face and when he finally comet o his senses and leaned up toward the other it was far too late, and the ill-timed attempt left them colliding awkwardly before Sebastian let out a whimper as he felt a rush of heat and the sting of pain in his nose. “Ow…” He groaned before pulling away, his hand instinctively moving to his nose to feel the sticky warmth of blood pooling, “You fucking…broke my nose…” He mumbled, watching Elijah’s face, pull into one of horror, “I always knew loving you was dangerous…I never thought…” He sucked in a breath, his eyes wide as he froze. Loving? Where had that…come from? Did he love Elijah? Did Elijah love him? Did he really need to sort this all out now? With a bloody nose? In a closet? At a stupid party?
“You really are a doofus, babe.” He teased, hoping to lighten the mood as his hand cupped over his nose and he winced, Elijah’s face relaxing a bit and Sebastian laughed, grimacing as he realized how bad that hurt his face. Yeah, he did love that clumsy dork. He hated it. “Do all the guys you try to kiss end up in the hospital? Or…am I special?” He murmured, his free hand coming to rest on Elijah’s chest, “Don’t think for a second we aren’t going to revisit this…but…can you…take me to the hospital, I really think I did break my nose and now that I’ve got a deformed, horrifying face, you’re gonna have to date me - because god knows no one else will.”
askmatsunorangers:
Me: Can we plot?
Them: Sure, what do you wanna do
Me:
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#the way she’s so soft pushing his hair out of his face #the way william grips her ass and pulls her closer #kill me now #a sweet death
memelord sentence starters
“i have depression, karen.”
“step the fuck up, kyle.”
“spoopy”
“is that a marijuana? in my good christian suburbs?”
“wow, what a dad.”
“what are thooose?”
“go back to sleep and starve.”
“[slams oven door rhythmically]”
“i said, whoever threw that, your mom’s a ho.”
“catch me outside”
“wake me up. wake me up insiiiiiide (can’t wake up).”
“mmm whatcha say”
“never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down”
“tfw no gf”
“girl, you’re thicker than a bowl of oatmeal”
“[looks into the camera like in the office]”
“if your name is ___ and you’re really handsome, come on raise your hands”
“kazooo”
“when will they return from the skeleton war?”
“sorry sweaty :)”
“brother may i have some oats”
“the floor is genuine love and affection”
“why haven’t you been more active?”
1.8 for seblijah
( meme - fifty reasons to have sex ) @allstcrs
“Don’t be nervous.” Sebastian whispered, smiling as he laid next to Elijah, reaching to stroke his boyfriend’s cheek with the back of his fingers. He could feel the way Elijah tensed up, he knew his nerves were taking over and why shouldn’t they be? They’d been leading up to this moment for months now - ever since the very first day Sebastian had started flirting with him, wooing him as was pointed out by Elijah a few weeks earlier. Sebastian much preferred the word lusting, but it didn’t really matter, because in the end he’d gotten what he wanted. Elijah, in his arms…in his bed. In his life - which was an unexpected development in the story.
“We don’t have to do this if-” Sebastian’s words cut off when Elijah assured him it was most certain what he wanted, what he’d wanted for a long time now. It was a welcome relief because Sebastian really hadn’t wanted to call it off tonight. “Okay…then trust me. I’ll take care of you.” He murmured, shifting and sliding over Elijah’s body, straddling his lap and letting out a groan at the well defined stiffness that settled between his ass cheeks, “Fuck.” He muttered and let his body move, grinding against his boyfriends lap and staring down at him with a wicked smirk, “Someone’s excited….” He teased, his hands resting on Elijah’s chest, thumbs brushing over his nipples gently, his eyes studying the subtle movements of the older boys face as he reacted to each movement, word, touch, sounds. He was always sexy, but this was something entirely new, this was…transcendental.
…
“That’s good…” Sebastian whimpered, his hand sliding up the small of Elijah’s back as he watched the way his cock moved, disappearing into his boyfriend slowly and letting his mouth drop open, silence where a moan should have been. “Relax, baby boy.” He breathed out, his voice squeaking a bit as his hands shifted to hold onto Elijah’s waist, gripping it firmly in both hands as he pulled himself further into him and finally an audible groan dropped from his lips, deep and guttural, as if it came from deep in his gut - as if it were a new sensation to him. And maybe it was. He’d never felt so much during sex, he’d never felt like it mattered, but this did, this mattered and meant everything to him. It made a huge difference in the level of arousal and pleasure he felt - and alarming difference.
He wasn’t sure how long they’d been going, it seemed like forever and yet not nearly long enough when Sebastian felt it in his gut, pressure, rising like he was standing on the edge of a cliff preparing to jump and he wasn’t even scared. “Shit…I’m gonna…I’m gonna come, babe.” He whispered, pulling Elijah up to meet him, his hips pumping faster as he pulling his arms around the broad body, his hands finding Elijah’s cock, stroking it’s length firmly, “Cum with me.” He demanded, though his voice was breathless and gentle. His lips pressing against Eljah’s shoulder, kissing it a few times before sucking a spot into his collarbone - marking him was common practice by now in their relationship, they were very adamant that everyone know they were taken by one another - as if the entire school wasn’t already annoyed to death by the amount of times they insisted on bringing it up. “Oh…fuck…here…oh…god, babe…”
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The air felt thick, Sebastian stared at the ceiling, his hand holding Elijah’s as they struggled to catch their breath and finally gasps turned to laughs, “So…that’s sex…” He smirked, his head turning to face his boyfriend, and he reached to wipe a thick layer of sweat from his forehead before he smiled fondly, “Was I any good?” He asked and chuckled, squeezing Elijah’s hand with his own, contented with the contact because he was far too exhausted to move further - when he recovered he’d pull him closer, kiss him, whisper all the ways he loved him. But for now fingers entwined, exchanging playful words and smiles, and looks into each other’s eyes that pierced the soul were enough. “I love you, Elijah.” He murmured, heartfelt and sincere, his face sombre suddenly, “I love you so much.”
TEXT MESSAGE STARTERS ! Send one of the prompts below to get a response from my muse.
drunk texts:
( ✉ → sms ) plea se eh elep me im drunk and i dotn know whe re i am
( ✉ → sms ) i fukcing miss yo u
( ✉ → sms ) i look so fuckigjn GOOD
( ✉ → sms ) i csnst stop throwiging up
( ✉ → sms ) fu ck you for hurting me
( ✉ → sms ) why dotn you ever call me anymore huh
( ✉ → sms ) stop being so fuckigjn borign and coekm to my party
( ✉ → sms ) i dropped my pzziza o nt eh floror im fuckgin pissed
( ✉ → sms ) i j sut left you a 3 mintue long voicemail singing. sorry
( ✉ → sms ) even when i’m durnk ic ant sotp thinking about oyu
hateful texts:
( ✉ → sms ) you’re pathetic
( ✉ → sms ) you make me miserable
( ✉ → sms ) fuck you. delete my number.
( ✉ → sms ) you never meant anything to me, anyway.
( ✉ → sms ) fuck your apologies, you can keep them.
( ✉ → sms ) congrats on always ruining everything
( ✉ → sms ) my life would be so much easier without you.
( ✉ → sms ) and next time you feel like calling me… don’t.
( ✉ → sms ) i don’t want anything to do with you anymore.
( ✉ → sms ) if your goal was to make me hate you, then congratulations. mission accomplished.
misc/random texts:
( ✉ → sms ) i think my neighbor is an alien.
( ✉ → sms ) help me think of a name for my new dog
( ✉ → sms ) sooooo… what was your first impression of me
( ✉ → sms ) should i get pizza or chicken wings for dinner?
( ✉ → sms ) no one’s ever made me feel the way you do.
( ✉ → sms ) i borrowed your weed. hope you don’t mind.
( ✉ → sms ) why do they say drugs are bad when they make you feel so good
( ✉ → sms ) today is the oldest you’ve ever been, but the youngest you’ll ever be again…
( ✉ → sms ) [ File Attached: 001329.jpg ] of all the drunk pictures i have of you, this one is my favorite.
( ✉ → sms ) i used your pics to catfish someone, and since they bought me a laptop… you have a date with them tomorrow.
WELCOME TO MOHRSVILLE, CALIFORNIA
population: 3,482 (minus ASHLEY SINCLAIR)
welcome to MOHRSVILLE. a NORMAL town filled with NORMAL teenagers living NORMAL lives. nothing too out of the ORDINARY. or rather, that was what people thought. that all changed when ASHLEY SINCLAIR was MURDERED in may of 2017, a month before she was set to graduate. now EVERYONE’S a suspect, including YOU.
mohrsvillerp is an alternative universe glee multiples roleplay established in september 2017
navigation, plot, application.
send 👽 to invite my muse out cryptid-hunting (samlias)
elias took a long, hard look at the small stone in his hand before shrugging and throwing it in the general direction of sam’s window. now, he had never claimed to be a sports gay and it was not like anyone had seen it miss, so he was good, right? he decided he was good. the second time he didn’t miss and a smug smile spread on his lips as he saw sam moving around in there. he made his way closer to the window and kind of just chilled until the blonde popped up. he placed a finger in front of his lips to signal that sam definitely didn’t need to be talking and say stupid things like ‘what are you doing in my backyard’, ‘do you have any idea what time it is’ or whatever else he could come up with. ❝ c’mon. we’re leaving right now, immediately. ❞ he whispered, moving a bit to leave sam space to climb out. ❝ we’ll go find goatman. it’ll be fun !! ❞
Sexual tension sentence starters
as requested by anon. note: some of these work better if one of the muses is pushed up against a wall
Angry
“Make me.”
“I dare you.”
“Bite me.”
“You think you can just run that pretty mouth of yours whenever you want?!”
“Wanna bet?”
“If you complain that it’s hot one more time, I’m going to give you a reason to sweat.”
“Prove it.”
“What’s in it for me?”
“If you bite your lip one more time, I’m going to do it for you.”
“Oh, well fuck me, then.”
“Shut up!”
“Yell at me again, and I’ll give you a real reason to scream.”
Flirty
“I wish we weren’t out in public…”
“Wow, you’re really strong.”
“Wanna go for a ride?”
“You sure can’t keep your hands to yourself…”
“Ah, I think I need a new bed.”
“Can you help me with my tie?” / “Can you zip up my dress for me?”
“You have really nice fingers…”
“Are we going downtown?”
“You should come by my place…I’ll give you the grand tour.”
“That outfit looks good on you. But, you’d also look good without the outfit.”
“What do you wear to bed?”
Awkward
“Do you have to eat it like that?”
“Uhm–t-those shorts look tight–”
“Hey, stop biting your lip…”
“Wha–is that a banana in your pocket?”
“You’re standing a little close to me…”
“Hey–you’ve got a little something on your face–”
“My keys are in my pocket. Can you get them for me?”
“Help me find the D? I mean, the variable–i-it’s math…”
“I just wanna grab your bu–hand. Grab your hand.”
“*purely staring at (muse name)’s lips*”
halloween/fall rp prompts!
send 🎃 for our musics to go pick/carve pumpkins together
send 🎈 for our muses to go to a halloween party together
send 👾 to try and scare my muse with a mask (or however else the mun wishes)
send 👻 to invite my muse into a haunted house (muns can decide whether the haunted house is fake or real)
send 🎪 for our muses to go to a fall carnival/fair/festival together
send 🃏 for our muses to play a prank on someone else (throw toilet paper over their house, etc)
send ♡ to cuddle up with my muse (for warmth, obviously)
send 🎩 for our muses to go costume shopping together
send ☕ to go out for something pumpkin-spice-flavored with my muse
send 🍰 to make pumpkin pie with my muse (or any other “fall-themed” food)
send 📀 to watch scary movies with my muse
send 😈 to invite my muse to play with an ouija board with your muse
send 🍭 to invite my muse out trick-or-treating
send 👽 to invite my muse out cryptid-hunting
send ☔ to get caught in the rain with my muse
send 🍁 to invite my muse to play in some leaves
send 🙀 to tell spooky stories with my muse
send 👕 to offer my muse your jacket on a chilly day
send 🌚 to decorate the house for halloween with my muse
send 🚫 to invite my muse to explore an area that’s rumored to be haunted (cemetery, etc)
themultilogues:
sebastian rolled his eyes as he heard the door open, his mouth moving along silently to the words that had become routine. he didn’t even cringe anymore at the fact that they had a routine. he loved it, settling into a comfortable life with someone he loves, it felt good to feel so secure and safe for once. what he wasn’t happy with was the lack of progress on his lately work, but now that elijah was home it was going to have to wait another day. pushing away from his desk, he met elijah halfway through the house, kisses place against elijah’s lips in haste and he smirked, “finally my man’s home from a gruelling day and i can do my duty to please him…” He teased, his voice high pitched and playfully before he laughed, “mmm, yes, well that means you need to get your ass outside and start decorating the yard….truthfully, i’m disappointed that it’s not already done. somebody’s slacking this year.” He spoke sarcastically, since elijah had ordered they halloween costumes back in july and was probably the most prepared person in history for a holiday sebastian still didn’t get, but participated in fully for his beloved’s sake.
elijah was such a sucker for their dumb little traditions. everything from the shouting and the running they were doing now to their way too decorated house around christmas ( and their just slightly under-decorated - according to elijah, at least - house around halloween time ). in fact, eli was pretty sure there wasn’t a single thing he disliked about living with, being with and loving sebastian smythe. ❝ god, you’re such a nerd, ❞ he teased, giggling and once again burying his face in sebastian’s neck. ❝ mmmm, no. sadly no. i’m doing the yard on wednesday. i have the day off and if i stay inside, there’s a 100% i’ll pull you away from your work the entire day. what kind of boyfriend would that make me ?? ❞ he pulled away only to put his hand right into sebastian’s intertwining their fingers.. ❝ uh !! i got us new cups, by the way. they’re in the car and you can’t judge them and you also have to use them until, like.... at least november 17th. ❞
❝ honey, i’m home, ❞ elijah announced as he stepped inside, a huge smile already on his lips. he loved coming home and seeing sebastian there. he also loved saying ‘honey, i’m home’ every single time he stepped through the door. he also loved practically running into sebastian’s arms and nuzzling his face into the taller’s neck before standing on his toes and reaching up to kiss him. ❝ i missed you, ❞ he mumbled softly, pressing at least another dozen of kisses all over his boyfriend’s face. ❝ can you believe it’s already halloween the second ?? ❞ // @themultilogues
